Harry Styles One Shots

Daisy Star (His POV)

"Harry, are you sure you have her?" Y/n asked me. "Yes, babe," I laughed. I turned her around and pushed her towards the door. She left me responsible to watch our child. "I have her. She's only four years old, what could happen?"

"She could fall in the toilet, she could trip down the stairs and bust her head open, she could-"

"You're over thinking everything, love. I have her." I cut her off. I didn't want to think like that about my baby. "Harry, you're very clumsy. Very, very clumsy."

"You'll only be gone five hours. I'll put her to sleep so you don't have to worry." She sighed but nodded. "I'll be back," she leaned forward and kissed me. I didn't want her to leave just yet, so I grabbed her by her waist and kept my lips connected with hers.

"Ew!" Y/n pulled away and looked at Allie. I smiled and lifted her up, holding her on my hip. "Daddy's gonna take care of you while mummy is going to work." I told my daughter. Instantly, her eyes went wide. "Mummy, take me with you!" She leaned towards Y/n. I pursed my lips in any attempt to stop my heart from breaking.

"I can't, baby. Daddy won't hurt you."

"Daddy almost made me drown in the bath!" Y/n looked at me. "Well, daddy won't do it again. I'll be back," Allie sighed but nodded. Y/n put her back on the floor. She waved bye, and was out the door.

"So, are you hungry?" I asked. "Yes! Mummy bought Frosty Flakes this morning!" She ran into the kitchen, and I followed her. She jumped, trying to get the cereal box on top of the refrigerator. I laughed and picked her up. She grabbed the box, "I could of done it myself,"

"Mhm, of course you could have." I kissed the side of her head and set her down. She grabbed the milk and I fixed her a bowl of cereal. She sat down at the dining room table and started eating. "Daddy?" Allie asked, halfway through her cereal. I looked up from my phone and smiled at her, "Yes, baby?"

"Why did you kiss mummy like that?" She asked. "Like what?" She puckered her lips, closed her eyes and moved her head side to side, making kissy noises. I couldn't help but laugh. "Well, because I love mummy, and I need to show her that."

"You don't show me you love me." She pouted. "Yes I do. Everyday."

"Not when you leave me, you don't." She looked up, with sad eyes. "Awh, baby," I stood up and walked over to where she was sitting. I kneeled next to her and pressed my lips to her forehead. "I don't like leaving. I like being home with my princess," I said. "You're talking about me, right?" She asked. "Yes," I laughed. "Mummy gets really sad when you're gone," She looked down at her pink nails. Y/n painted them last night. "Daddy gets really sad too," I said. "Every night I call mummy, but you're sleeping when I call, so I can't talk to you."

"You need to call earlier then, daddy!" I nodded, "Of course, anything for my princess."

"I'm done with my cereal," Allie hopped down from her chair and grabbed her bowl full of milk. "Aren't you going to drink that?" I asked her. "Oh, yeah!" She drank the milk in record time, and had a milk mustache. I laughed as she attempted to lick it off. I grabbed a napkin from the kitchen and cleaned off her face. She put her bowl in the sink, almost breaking it as she screamed and ran in the living room. I rolled my eyes but followed her. Some cartoon was on, and she danced along to the song.

"What is this?" I asked her. "Daisy Star!" Allie yelled. "Daisy Star?" I asked and she nodded, twirling around. I looked to see a girl who looked around ten holding several dolls. "What, uh," I coughed. "What is this about?" I asked her. She smiled and hopped on the couch as the song finished. "That's Daisy," she pointed to the ten year old girl. "And all of her dollies are stars."

"Stars?"

"Yeah! They're dollies by day, stars by night. They are Daisy's night lights and they go on the ceiling when it's time for Daisy to go to sleep."

The show started, four star stickers on Daisy's ceiling. The second the girl opened her eyes, they stars fell, shifting into two blonde dolls, one brunette, and a red head. "Whoa, what the," I whispered my curse word so Allie wouldn't hear.

"Good morning, Daisy!" All four dolls said in sync. Little kids like stuff like this?

"Good morning, dollies." Allie stood up, and walked in front of the TV. "Allie, love, what are you doing?" She ignored me. "Allie," I tried again. "Yes?"

"Why are you in front of the TV?" Again, she ignored me. "Move, Allie, or you're gonna be blind. Do you wanna wear big, ugly glasses, like Uncle Louis?"

"No!"

"Well then, move."

She quickly did. She sat down on the couch next to me. Halfway through the show, I stood up to get a cup of coffee. When I came back, Allie was in front of the TV again. "Allie Renae Styles, what did I say?"

"Sorry, daddy," but she didn't move.

What am I going to say to her so that she won't go in front of the tv anymore?

"You're gonna explode if you stay in front of the TV." I said. "What?!" She turned around, her eyes wide. I nodded, "Mhm. If you stay in front of the TV, you're gonna explode."

"I don't wanna explode!" She yelled. "Well, then move." She quickly sat by me. "Am I still gonna explode, daddy?"

"Are you gonna go in front of the TV again?"

"No! No, no, no!"

"Well then, no."

The next few hours, me and Allie sat on the TV, watching this stupid show. After a while, we stood up and picked up around the house. Y/n came home and collapsed on the couch. Allie was in the bath. I turned off the water before it even got higher than her belly button.

I hovered over my wife. "Rough day?" She groaned but wrapped her arms around my neck. "Babysitting is hard."

"I told you to get a job with Lou. But no,"

"Yeah, and I'll cut off all your hair." She pulled at my long, curly locks. "No the hell you're not."

"Then shut up."

I laughed and leaned down to kiss her lips. I trailed them across her cheek and to her neck. "You know I can't have a normal jobm I'll get bombarded, and harassed. Like when I worked at Griffen Incorporated. They wouldn't leave me alone."

"You're 22 years old, babe." She only shrugged her shoulders.

"Daddy, I'm done!" I heard. "Did you clean your whole body!"

"No!"

"Clean your whole body, and then I'll take you out!" She started whining. "I got it," Y/n pinched my sides, and I got off of her as she got up, walking to the bathroom.

"Mummy!"

When Allie was dressed and out of the shower, she sat in my lap, a comb in her hand. I took it from her, and ran the comb through her wet hair.

"Allie, baby, go get mummy the remote by the TV." Y/n said, walking in the kitchen. "No thank you." I looked at her weird, and removed the comb from her hair. "Why won't you get the remote?" Y/n walked over and got it herself when Allie started screaming, "Mummy move! You're gonna explode!"

I couldn't help but laugh. I fell back against the couch, my head falling back. I held my stomach and laughed. "What did you do to my daughter?" Y/n asked. I couldn't answer. "Daddy told me if I stood in front of the TV, I would explode!"

"Harry Styles!"

"Hey, but it worked, Y/n Styles." She glared at me and sat down next to me and Allie